Chapter 10 Normality

"Who?"

Klein was thinking about the mysterious suicide of the original owner and the unknown danger he might encounter. After hearing the sudden knock on the door, he subconsciously opened the drawer, took out the revolver, and asked cautiously.

There was silence outside the door for two seconds, and a slightly shrill voice shouted in Ahowa dialect:

"I, Mountbatten, Beachy Mountbatten."

The voice paused, then added:

"police."

Beachy Mountbatten... As the name got into his ears, Klein immediately thought of its corresponding owner.

It was one of the cops in charge of the block where the apartment was located, a rude, savage, hands-on man, but perhaps only such a person could shock those drunkards, thieves, part-time thieves and thugs and hooligans.

And the unique voice is one of his labels.

"Okay, I'll come right away!" Klein responded loudly.

He had planned to throw the revolver back into the drawer, but he thought that the police outside had come for some unknown reason, and that there might be a search and other actions, so he cautiously ran to the stove where the lingering fire had been extinguished, and put the revolver in.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the small basket of coal, shook a few pieces into the furnace, covered the gun, and finally put the kettle on top to cover everything.

After doing all this, he tidied up his clothes, quickly approached the door, and said vaguely as he opened it:

"Sorry, I was just taking a nap."

Four police officers in black and white checkered uniforms and soft badges stood outside the door. Beachy Mountbatten with a brown beard coughed and said to Klein:

"These three police officers have something to ask you."

police officer? Klein looked at the epaulettes of the other three people in a conditioned reflex, and found that two of them had three silver six-pointed stars, and one had two. They all looked more advanced than Beachy Mountbatten, who only had three V-shaped tags.

As a history student, Klein didn't know much about police epaulette grades. He only knew that Beachy Mountbatten often showed off that he was a senior sheriff.

So, those three are inspectors? Influenced by the words of his eldest brother Benson and Welch and other classmates, Klein still knew a little common sense. He stepped aside and pointed into the room:

"Come in. Don't know what's going on?"

The leader of the three police officers is a middle-aged man whose eyes are so sharp that he can see through the soul, making people unable to help but be afraid. His eyes are wrinkled with obvious wrinkles, and light brown hair is exposed on the edge of his hat. road:

"You know Welch McGovern?"

"What's wrong with him?" Klein's heart trembled as he blurted out.

"I'm asking you." The dignified middle-aged police officer's eyes widened.

The police officer next to him who also wore a three-star epaulette looked at Klein and said with a gentle smile:

"Don't be nervous, we're just asking routinely."

The police officer was in his thirties, with a straight nose and gray eyes that gave off an indescribable sense of depth, like a lake in an ancient forest that no one cares about.

Klein secretly took a breath and organized the language:

"If you are referring to a graduate of Hoy University, Welch McGovern from Conston, then I know for sure that we are classmates and follow the same mentor, Senior Associate Professor Quentin Cohen."

In the Kingdom of Loen, "professor" is not only a title, but also a position, just like the combination of a professor and a department head on earth. That is to say, a university and a department can only have one professor. ", can only wait for the immediate boss to retire, or squeeze the other side out with strength.

In view of the need to retain talents, after years of exploration, the Kingdom Higher Education Commission has added senior associate professors to the three-level system of lecturers, associate professors, and professors, giving those with high academic standards or senior enough qualifications, but unable to become professors. them.

Having said that, Klein glanced at the middle-aged police officer's eyes, thought for a second, and said:

"Honestly,

Our relationship is not bad. During this time, he and I, as well as Naya, met frequently, interpreting and discussing the 'Quaternary Epoch' documents he got, a notebook, police officer, what happened to him? "

The middle-aged police officer didn't answer, but looked sideways at his grey-eyed companion.

The gray-eyed police officer wearing a soft badge with a badge and ordinary facial features replied gently:

"Sorry, Mr. Welch has passed away."

"How could it be?" Although he had some hunch, Klein couldn't help but scream in astonishment.

Welch also died like the original owner of the body?

This is kind of scary!

"What about Naya?" Klein hurriedly asked.

"Ms. Naya also passed away." The gray-eyed police officer said calmly, "The two of them died in Mr. Welch's residence."

"Killed?" Klein vaguely guessed.

maybe suicide...

The gray-eyed police officer shook his head:

"No, judging from the traces at the scene, they committed suicide. Mr. Welch hit his head against the wall a lot, and the wall was covered in blood. Ms. Naya drowned herself in a water basin, um, with The kind that comes to wash your face."

"It's impossible..." Klein heard the hair stand up, as if he could imagine the weird scene.

The girl knelt on the chair, buried her face in the washbasin filled with water, her brown hair fell softly and swayed in the wind, but she did not move; Welch fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his forehead It was completely smashed, covered in blood, and the traces of the impact on the wall were everywhere, dripping with blood...

The gray-eyed police officer moved the corner of his mouth and said:

"We think so too, but the autopsy results and the situation at the scene ruled out factors such as drugs and external forces. They, I mean Mr. Welch and Ms. Naya, showed no signs of resistance."

Before Klein could speak again, he entered the room and asked casually:

"When was the last time you saw Mr. Welch or Ms. Naya?"

As he spoke, he gestured to his companion with two silver stars with his eyes.

It was a young police officer who looked about the same size as Klein, with black temples and green pupils.

Hearing the question, Klein's thoughts turned sharply, and he answered thoughtfully:

"It should be June 26th. We jointly interpreted the content of a new note. After that, I went home and prepared for the interview on the 30th, um, the interview of the History Department of Tingen University."

The city of Tingen is known as the city of universities. There are two universities in Tingen and Hoy, as well as technical schools, bar colleges, and business schools, second only to the capital Backlund.

As soon as he finished speaking, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young police officer walk to the desk and pick up the "notes" that were more like a diary.

Oops! Forgot to hide it! Klein shouted briefly, "You!"

The young police officer smiled back at him, but did not stop looking at the notes, while the gray-eyed police officer explained:

"It's a necessary procedure."

At this time, Beachy Mountbatten and the dignified middle-aged police officer were just watching from the side, without interjecting or assisting in the search.

What about your search warrant? Klein originally planned to ask this question, but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that the judicial system of Loen Kingdom has not evolved such a thing as a search warrant, at least he doesn't know if there is one.

When the original owner was a child, he was also called a sheriff.

Klein couldn't stop it. He watched the young police officer quickly flip through "his own notes", and the gray-eyed police officer didn't ask any more questions.

"What strange thing?" The young police officer turned to the end and said suddenly, "Also, what does this sentence mean? 'Everyone will die, including me'..."

Isn't it common sense that everyone dies except the gods? Klein was about to make a quibble, but suddenly he thought that he had planned to "connect with the police" to prevent possible dangers, but he was suffering from no reason and no excuse.

In less than a second, he made a decision, covered his forehead with his hand, and replied in pain:

"I don't know, I really don't know... After waking up this morning, I felt that something was wrong with me, as if I had forgotten something, especially the part that happened in the last few days, and I didn't even know why I wrote such a sentence. "

Sometimes, frankness is the best way to solve a problem. Of course, frankness requires skills. What can be said and what can't be said is one thing, and what should be said first and then how to say it is another.

As a "keyboard" expert, Klein has also studied a little word skills.

"Ridiculous! Do you think we are fools?" Beachy Mountbatten interrupted angrily, he couldn't help it.

This lie is too clumsy, it is simply insulting the IQ of myself and others!

It's better for you to pretend to be mentally ill than to pretend to have amnesia!

"Really." Klein calmly responded to Mountbatten and the middle-aged police officer's gaze.

This really couldn't be more true.

"Maybe it's possible." At this moment, the gray-eyed police officer spoke slowly.

What? Believe it? Klein was surprised.

The gray-eyed police officer looked at him with a smile and said:

"An expert will come in two days, trust me, she should be able to help you recall lost memories."

expert? Help with memories? in psychology? Klein frowned.

Hiss, what if this brings out my Earth's memory? He suddenly felt a toothache.

The young police officer put down his notes and searched the desk and the room. Fortunately, he focused on books and did not lift the kettle to take a look.

"Okay, Mr. Klein, thank you for your cooperation. In the past few days, you'd better not leave Tingen. If you must, please notify Officer Mountbatten, otherwise you will become a fugitive." The gray-eyed officer finally warned.

Is this the end? Is it over for today? Don't ask any more questions, just investigate again? Or take me back to the police station for punishment? Klein was at a loss for a while.

However, he also wanted to solve the strange incident brought by Welch, so he nodded and said:

"no problem."

The officers exited the room one by one, and the young man at the end suddenly patted Klein on the shoulder:

"Good, very lucky."

"What?" Klein looked confused.

The green-eyed police officer with poetic temperament smiled slightly and said:

"Generally speaking, in such an event, it is normal for all parties involved to die."

"We are happy and lucky to see you alive."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room and closed the door politely.

Is it normal to all die? Glad I'm still alive? I'm lucky I'm still alive?

On this June afternoon, Klein felt a chill all over his body.